waves, lashing, softly, intensely,
spilling on my lips, down my shirt,
the sounds, vibrate in my mind til this day,
poetry exists without a word being said

a look in your eye,
matching what's behind mine,
oh, how holy, unholy can sometimes be,
sand on our cheeks, wind in our minds,

singing of the birds, laughing at our hurts,
stories of all kinds, discovering of our kind,
darlings who've died, dreams of new lines

I lost you in a night,
as we'd grown in the moonlight,
and so, we were gone,
but remain forever in time.

Some babies ain't made to make it,
sometimes you fake it till you break it,

but the sun shines and **** everything feels fine,
the wind blows and you'd might as well be living in a beautiful home,

food tastes so good, you have a family and aren't alone,
sounds so familiar you can pretend your dog isn't gone,

focusing so hard, studying, you might actually make it,
ready for the world, and no one is trying to take it,

smells like your favorite breakfast,
feels like christmas morning, beaming under a blanket,

I love you is awaiting you to enter a room,
favorite show coming on soon,

It's a beautiful morning, and all the babies make it,
It's a nice afternoon, grandma's gonna make it,

It's a nice sunset, you're no one's regret,
a gorgeous evening, nobody is leaving,

It's the night, and I'm dreaming.

whatever you wanted to call me,

sometimes it made me mad,
oftentimes it made me sad,

I'm not mad, I'm not sad,
I'm all around dead.

I didn't need your reminders to remember that I was bad,
I didn't need your kindness to still give you my hand.

Didn't need to call me son, to know you were dad,
Didn't need you to say you wanted me gone, because you were mom.

Oftentimes I wonder if it's me that doesn't understand,
sometimes I say, who will understand.

What if it were me,
that was best for the story,

I guess, I guess what it is that I've had.

Let them read, past the wind,
have them say what we've written,
in their mind, in this time,
in the midst of us being


The night is fine
but you
are
divine, dripping rain of the goddess
of outside, of my life,
my wine.

Crestfallen, brokenhearted,
until
but you
became my line, my reason to get started,
my blood.

Consummate, assimilate,
become one, because you,
are
the star that rose up, at dawn,
my flower,
my vine.

Let them read, past the wind,
have them say what we've written,
in their mind, in this time,
in the midst of we drinking
of our goblet, divine,
throughout all time.

Push, bring in the light,
let ellipses fight

such a daring battle, to choose,
pleasure, or the night

the shield or the knight,
the steed or its might

whispering or shouting,
talking or jousting

grass or the darkness,
black air, or a full moonlight

passing you by, or drowning
in the midst of it.

my armor of life

is purely of light

I could hold her, before she bestows

eternity with beauty, merely by flight,

I've cast eyes on a curse,

i'm trembling unrehearsed,

this might be the beginning of the worst

spare me, call the hearse, tell them I'm not answering,

he might have truly succumbed to the words.